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Nick in lazy half-circles, half-demanding, half-begging. “Want you inside. Fuck me.”
    The demand sizzled with a nearly electric shock. A good one, tingling clear down to his toes, but it caught Nick by surprise. He didn’t bite Barrett’s neck again, but only because he’d pulled back to take a breath. What was wrong with him? He’d never had a nibbling fetish before. Annoyed with himself, Nick shook his hair back to clear his head.
    Good luck with that. Nick’s body heat, dry and tight as the desert, swamped his head. He rubbed hard, brisk circles around the rim of Barrett’s hole, relaxed and open for him, then took hold of himself, setting his cock in place but not pushing, not yet. “All right?”
    Barrett rose up instead of answering Nick in words, rutting back into him. Nick swiped his forearm across his face in a quick attempt to wipe the sweat away from his eyes, gave it up, and guided himself inside slow and steady, not stopping until the rounds of Barrett’s ass were nestled against his hips.
    He rubbed his forehead across Barrett’s back and knotted his fists into the disheveled sheets. Ordinarily, he liked to get a hand around Barrett’s cock, though ‘ordinary’ didn’t mean much when they used this position maybe once in a blue moon. He liked hugging from behind, but he’d rather watch Barrett’s face when they fucked. Would rather kiss him than have his mouth strung open and useless.
    They could change positions, Nick knew, but—
    Barrett moved, body rippling, and rose to demand more. Nick couldn’t help giving it to him. Arm around Barrett’s waist, he splayed his fingers wide on Barrett’s stomach. Getting close . He pressed his hand harder over the flexing muscles and counted the ragged edges of Barrett’s breathing.
    Seemed like they’d been there for ages. Like they’d always been there, tucked up in bed together, the tight heat of Barrett snug around his cock as he drove into the man. His hair fell forward and blurred his vision, so he closed his eyes tight, kept his teeth to himself, and let himself go. The snap and slap of skin on skin never got louder than the frayed rasp of their breathing in greedy gulps of air, but close enough to make the rest of the world fade into white noise.
    Nick did manage to shove his palm under Barrett’s cock to give him something to thrust into that was warmer and happier to have it than the mattress. His thumbnail caught the tiny nodule of scar tissue where Barrett had flirted with a piercing once upon a time, almost as sensitive now as if he still had a titanium hoop hanging free. He held tight through Barrett’s surprised jump and stifled shout, and ground hard against Barrett’s skin.
    Words spilled out of Barrett when Barrett got close. He always had been like that, loud in bed, and it wasn’t until the sound of his voice now startled Nick into an awkward pause that he realized Barrett had barely spoken at all.
    Though he more than made up for the lack now. Pushing back into Nick, grinding his hips, Barrett rested his weight on his crossed arms and almost babbled, words and sounds that meant nothing rushing out of him, trailing into a choked sip of air when he hitched forward as if he’d been punched and came, thick-sticky-messy, slippery over Nick’s hand.
    “Come on,” Nick heard Barrett chanting over the rush of blood in his ears. He reached back, clumsy but insistent, grabbing at whatever bits of Nick he could reach. “Come on, I can feel you wanting to—”
    Nick bit the inside of his cheek instead of Barrett and let go. He couldn’t have stopped if he’d tried, and he didn’t try—he pounded Barrett through the orgasm that spiraled up from his balls to snatch at his insides and didn’t want to stop. He dropped his head to rest on Barrett’s back, between Barrett’s shoulder blades, and swallowed down the growl that wanted to come out so much that it tore at his throat.
    It ended too soon for Nick. Fast and slow at the